Seungju thought as he panted for breath. The stimulation is too much.
There had never been a time when kissing Muyeon wasn’t good. It wasn’t because kissing was something Seungju was experiencing after a long time since he was dating again after a while, nor was it just because Muyeon was handsome. It was because Muyeon’s skill was good. He didn’t know who he’d done what with in the past to be this good, or maybe he was just naturally talented. When their lips met and their tongues rubbed against each other, dizziness that made his vision grow distant arose each time their lips created friction with wet sounds.
But right now the stimulation was too much. Before Seungju could even fully catch his breath, Muyeon kissed him again. With a rough kiss that bit his lips and seemed to wind his tongue up to the root and suck it in, Seungju realized. It felt like being devoured. That was probably why he felt the stimulation was too much.
The next moment Seungju became aware of the hand groping his waist and sides. And the fact that his own hand was wrapped around and caressing Muyeon’s lower back. But Muyeon’s hand was bolder. He suggestively stroked his pelvis and waist area. His spine flinched and trembled, and goosebumps rose up along the nape of his neck.
Sucking sounds, wet sounds of saliva passing back and forth, gradually quickening breathing—amidst it all, Seungju lost his senses again. He merely trembled his shoulders occasionally as Muyeon kneaded his body. The hand circled his waist then gripped the nape of his neck. Seungju leaned his neck against the pillow as he was guided.
“Haah…”
As he finally let out his freed breath, Muyeon met his eyes. Seungju slowly blinked and looked at him again. He hadn’t seen wrong. Muyeon seemed quite angry. Why?
Seungju reached out his hand and swept along his eye line once. His thumb grazed his cheek and pressed his lips. He pushed his finger through the slightly parted gap. Muyeon frowned.
“What?”
The sight of him speaking with a finger hooked on his lips was somewhat cute. Seungju cupped his cheek with his remaining four fingers.
“Don’t be angry.”
“Do I look like I won’t be?”
“Still.”
Muyeon snorted. That’s a scoff. Not caring that Seungju was caressing his cheek, Muyeon answered in a still prickly voice.
“Then make me not angry, Seungju.”
“Should I?”
Seungju pulled Muyeon in again. He stretched out his other hand and cupped his face with both hands, pulling him in. A deflated chuckle escaped from Muyeon’s mouth and touched Seungju’s lips. Not caring about his reaction, Seungju pressed their lips together.
As expected, the thought he’d had earlier wasn’t a mistake. The kiss was rough. He parted his lips and burrowed in as if crushing the hot interior of his mouth. The touch of the hand going down to knead his pelvis and thighs was the same. But Seungju was drunk. Even when Muyeon squeezed his thighs and buttocks painfully, he didn’t know it hurt. Any considerable stimulation was hard to properly feel. His body easily heated up from the rough kiss and forceful touch.
Led by the hot heat, Seungju wrapped his arms around Muyeon’s neck. He slowly stroked the nape of his neck like he had done earlier. He felt the sensation of his shoulders trembling very faintly. The lips that had slid toward his jaw and neck area twitched slightly. He couldn’t be sure, but he’d probably definitely cursed. Seungju giggled without realizing it.
Muyeon grabbed and pulled off Seungju’s t-shirt. As Seungju raised his arms and took off his clothes, he thought. When did I put this on? It seemed like he’d put it on after saying he’d wash up first. He wasn’t certain. Thoughts about clothes were quickly cut off. Because Muyeon had shoved his hand into his pants.
Seungju drew in a breath. In a world where everything was unclear from being drunk, in a consciousness that couldn’t feel anything unless it was a more intense stimulus, it was the first sensation Seungju felt was vivid. He threw his head back without realizing it.
Muyeon’s hand grabbed and fixed Seungju’s face. Muyeon was visible beyond his unfocused eyes. He didn’t seem as angry as before. Instead, he liked that he had concentrating eyes.
Muyeon pressed and rubbed his lips with his fingers like Seungju had done earlier. The difference from before was that the fingers burrowing into Seungju’s mouth were his index and middle fingers, not his thumb. Long, thick fingers pushed into his mouth. They rummaged through his soft tongue and mouth as they pleased. They pressed his tongue and stimulated the mucous membrane inside his cheek, causing saliva to pool.
It was hard to breathe. Seungju couldn’t distinguish whether he was dizzy because of the alcohol or because it was difficult to breathe. Muyeon stubbornly shoved one more finger into Seungju’s mouth. Only after panting breath flowed out through the gap of his parted mouth and saliva ran down Muyeon’s fingers did he pull his fingers out.
As if he wouldn’t give him a break, Muyeon pressed their lips together. It’s hard to breathe. But there was no way to refuse. Muyeon moved his stickily wet fingers downward.
It didn’t hurt. Only an uncomfortable feeling like something was covered over it. Seungju closed his eyes. But he soon regretted it, thinking he shouldn’t have. Because the feeling became more vivid. Seungju eventually blinked. Muyeon silently bit the nape of his neck lightly.
At the sensation of wet lips touching his neck, goosebumps rose from his waist again. Come to think of it, last time too he wasn’t a very talkative type during sex. But Seungju hoped Muyeon would say something right now. Then his mind trying to concentrate on the throbbing that felt like it was catching fire from below and the tingling stimulus would scatter a little.
His drunk head amusingly remembered everything about how his way of speaking had been during their previous encounter, how he’d made scratching-like sounds between words because of excitement. Because of that memory, excitement rushed in, making his heart—no, his stomach lower than that—feel hot. Did I think the stimulation was too much earlier? But now he thought it was insufficient.
Seungju grabbed Muyeon’s shoulder without realizing it.
“Ah, ngh… nngh… Muyeon…”
“What.”
“That, that thing… say that…”
“What.”
Damn it, only at times like this is he so clueless… But he was gradually approaching his limit. He panted and pleaded.
“Do it…”
So he didn’t get to see what expression Muyeon made then.
Even if he had seen it, Seungju wouldn’t have been able to gauge what Muyeon’s expression meant anymore. While steadying his constantly scattering breath, he flinched his shoulders. In a state of oblivion, Muyeon bit and nibbled on Seungju’s earlobe before whispering.
“I like that expression.”
So what kind of expression? Seungju tried moving his lips then gave up. Because nothing but senseless moans came from his mouth. Why does it feel so good? Is it because he’s drunk? Is it because it’s rougher than before? He didn’t know. Only then did Seungju think. Perhaps choosing the solution of having physical relations really might have been a mistake. This wasn’t something in a realm Seungju could control and manage at will.
His vision darkened to black, then repeatedly spread to white. It seemed like Muyeon was smiling with his lips curled up with his teeth clenched, but he wasn’t certain.
He had the illusion of something bursting in his head. At the end of the long, intense sensation, Seungju gasped for breath. Muyeon slowly raised his body. His still-sensitive body flinched and reacted to that slow, thick sensation.
A moment later, Muyeon lay down beside Seungju. The body heat pressed close was warm. Seungju blinked his unfocused eyes and looked at Muyeon. Muyeon, lying on his side with his chin propped on his hand, looked down at him. Seungju turned his gaze again and watched Muyeon’s hand caressing his body. He murmured unconsciously.
“I can’t do it one more time…”
“I wasn’t saying let’s do it one more time. But why?”
“Too… dizzy…”
When you’re sobering up from alcohol is when you’re most dizzy and your head hurts the most. Muyeon didn’t answer. Instead, strength entered the hand that had been circling Seungju’s chest area then grabbed his shoulder. He says in a low voice.
“If you don’t remember this either, really…”
“Really what…”
“I’ll scold you.”
Seungju snorted. Scold me, when you’re even younger and there’s nothing you won’t say… His vision grew hazy. It could be because he was tired, or because he could no longer overcome the effects of alcohol. No. It was probably because of the warm body heat embracing Seungju… Seungju thought as he fell asleep.
***
Seungju snapped his eyes open in the dark room. And he reached out his hand toward the culprit that woke him. It was his phone buzzing under his pillow.
When he moved his head slightly, a splitting headache arrived. Seungju squeezed his eyes shut, furrowed his brow deeply, and answered the phone.
“Hello.”
– Oppa!
It was a voice loud enough to make his ears sting. Oppa?
Seungju didn’t have any acquaintances with whom he was close enough to call each other oppa-dongsaeng.
He pulled the phone away from his face and only then properly looked at the screen. An unknown number. No, wait, that wasn’t the problem first. This phone wasn’t Seungju’s. It looked exactly like his, but anyway it wasn’t his. Even drunk and drowsy, he could tell that much.
From the speaker now slightly distant came the sound of someone chattering noisily. Hey, he answered, he answered. Hold on. Something like that.
– Oppa answered the phone? I called because I missed you oppa- Haven’t you been making me too lonely lately?
The voice with a coquettish, slow way of speaking that drew out the endings was obnoxiously loud. When Seungju, who had moved his ear slightly away from the phone, remained completely silent, it slowly drew out more then died down. The woman pressed once more.
– Oppa?
“Um… I’m not oppa…”
